Scene #6244: Violence for Violence's Sake

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Count Kord	Kord stood in the center of a great field, dotted with trees. The simulation had fair weather and felt pretty nice. It would mean a battlefield that won't interfere with a proper fight. The godling leans back on his tail as a support, and fiddles his claws together, looking bored with waiting. The Shrine of Adversity is very near where he normally hangs out, so he was waiting a good long while for his opponent. His eyes are half-lidded, his vague features showing his patient frowning a bit like a cartoon character. A scythe is buried in the ground nearby, a simple weapon of high quality. There's a red and black ribbon tied to it.
Zenos yae Galvus	Zenos yae Galvus cuts an impressive figure. Physically standing closer to six feet tall, he would easily be imposing...if not for the fact that he also bore heavy plate armor. Slowly, he strode towards Kord and the arena, not because his armor weighed him down, but because he was simply going to stroll there, and nothing would stop him from taking a leasurly pace towards this fight. On his left hip sat a sort of holster, and three katanas rested inside (that can be seen), his armor was the dark traditional armor that all Garlean's wore, though more imposing due to his status as Praetor. His head was covered in a helmet, covering his entire head and only allowing his long golden hair out of the sides. In the center of the forehead seemed to be a peal white gem, that seemed to be like a third eye. He considered his opponet for a brief moment, walking parallel to him for a brief moment, before stoping. He notices the scythe, a powerful weapon to be sure...but was it weildy? Time would tell, he supposed. "Am I to assume you are Count Kord, here to challenge me to a duel? If so, then I am Praetor Zenos yae Galvus," he comments, his voice slightly altared by the helmet itself, but one might expect coming out of a radio than being spoken. The man carries himself with strength, as the sword holder on his hip rotates, and Zenos draws the blade form it. The long Katana sits in his hands easily enough, as he awaits his opponets answer, so this glorious fight can start... "I do hope you do not disappoint me."
Count Kord	Kord looks up from his claws toward Zenos as he approaches. Those oddly colored eyes fixated on his heavily armored opponent, flicking over details in an attempt to fight some manner of weakness in his armor. When he doesn't find anything immediate that he can point out, he acknowledges Zenos' words. He stands up to his full height, equally imposing. His long, flat tail sways behind him, and his hands flex, claws curling. "That's me. I don't really care whether you're disappointed or not," he says, sounding mellow so far. His eyes keep wandering, especially over to the 'sword revolver' system at his opponent's hip. "Let's start." He flicks one of his arms up, and swipes it down. His claws splay, slicing through the air, and when he does a roaring rush of wind is shot out which creates five widely-spread grooves in the ground as it rapidly approaches Zenos, like invisible blades of destructive potential reaching out as his opponent. Dust is kicked up in the air, but not nearly as much as there should be for such a violent attack, as if it had sublimated the very earth on contact. Kord's smiling now.
Zenos yae Galvus	The slash of wind crashes into the might of Garlean steel. However, even the massive man is forced back from the force of Kord's attack. The sword, however, doing it's best to hold off the force of the attack. Even as it drives under the imperial armor and causes the Garlean prince to stagger. One might expect frustraition or even annoyance at easily being pushed back. Instead...he laughs, not just ironically, but joyously. "Haha...A fine start...a fine start indeed!" he commends his opponet, "I suppose I shall have to respond in kind!" he says, with the same joyous tone as before, as he seems to flash from existance to the right of Kord, but with some distance between them. His hand swings the sword once, as the blade's attack seems to cut the very air itself, similar to his attack... However, this time, energy courses through the air, in a wide arch infront of him, aiming to do more than push, but instead drive through Kord and his defenses. The attack itself being more like a piercing strike, than a forceful blowing. "Come, let us enjoy ourselves!
Count Kord	Monstrous eyes widen, the armored figure finding the smile only widening when his opponent clears the distance so quickly, and swings his blade so decisively. And when he tries to get out of the way, since he doesn't seem to wear much in the way of armor, he feels the attack burn into him. Blood sprays back out of him in a wide arc, as if he had been cleaved in twain by Zenos' power, but a visual flicker of his body indicates that he at least mitigated enough to remain standing. A wound traces along his torso. He makes an inhuman hissing noise from the pain. "Good one," he breathes, and then he responds in kind! There's his scythe, flicking through the air toward Zenos from the side at high speed! It serves simply as a distraction, as Kord jumps backward and points one hand down at Zenos. His claw points out, and a dot of purple light forms, then a surge of air-rippling power follows, a blast of sheer psychic force toward the core of his opponent! He retreats back in the air as he does this, floating backward and propelled by the counterforce of his attack. He doesn't excel at close range combat, and doesn't want to make it too easy to get sliced up.
Zenos yae Galvus	The scythe comes, and Zeno's blade moves to easily swat the weapon asside with another force of his blade. He had studied the blade a long time, and such an attack would not overcome his defenses so easily...but of course, tht was not Kord's goal! To keep his hand forced on the defense, so that the psychic attack could get through his defenses. The attack, enough to throw Kord into the air, smashes The Garlean into the ground. The earth shattering underneath him as there seems to be a new crater forming around him. Panting from the overwhelming force of the attack, as the armor on him buckled and cracked in places, he moved his hand to his faceplate, which now cracked. Enough so that his right eye was visible. Touching it, he brought his hand down...blood. Haha...blood. Someone had actually made him bleed? "Amazing," he says, with a smile. Yes...he was actually being forced to draw on his strength. Looking up towards Kord, however...such an attempt to stay above him...the elation faded away. Of course...through contrivances, he would not even meet him straight on. While interesting, this power was hallow. Blades rained down from the heaven's above Kord, perhaps trying to knock him down from his perch...however, unlike before these blades stuck into the ground. And as they stuck, wind aether current started to spin around them, aiming to spin so hard as to forcefully drag him back to the earth. "Surly, friend, you would not want to stay so far away from me. Truthfully, was it not glorious to stain each other in blood hand to hand?! Come now, this can not be ALL you have to offer me! LET US LET LOOSE OUR POWER SO THE VERY HEAVEN'S SHAKE!"
Count Kord	Kord lifted his hand up, observing the damage he had done with a discerning lift of his brows and a smile. He didn't seem bothered by what method they used to fight, only concerned with the battle itself. The swords came down, and his head flicked to the side, his body moving as if gravity were a mere suggestion for him to ignore at his leisure. He lowers his eyes to the swords in confusion, and then widens his eyes as he realizes what is being done. He is pulled to the ground, but it isn't easy, and he doesn't get driven to his face by the wind. Suction drives him down to his clawed feet, and his tail whips side to side as he is driven to a crouching position, a tremble rolling through his body. His eyes widen from the ache that rolls through his legs. When the wind clears enough to be heard, he replies to Zenos. "You want me to fight you up close? Picky fighters don't always get to choose. Fine!" A glow shines over his silhouette, and the winds curl around his body. Then, with surge of power that blows the swords out of the ground simply because it shattered the very earth they were seated in, he launches forward. A flash of light, and he's right on top of Zenos, claws giving two quick, titanic strikes that come with an enormous blast of wind! He swings his arms in the gaps in the man's guard, ten massive wind-element infused blades flicking toward the Praetor at speeds that would ensure the death and even violent dismemberment of anyone mundane. The look on his face from that close is mad glee. He's enjoying this fight, genuinely.
Zenos yae Galvus	Zenos smiles, but not with the same mad glee as before. He was being pushed...but was it enough? After a moment, the Praetor swipes his sword down, bracing himself for what was to come next. The eye that remained visible, however, revealed something strange. The eye started glowing with a red light, the signs of something in the pupil working, almost like a clock, as the mad dance of Count Kord came for him. The blade came back, and the two engaged in glorous combat again. Blade met wind covered fist as the two collided with sparks and power. The ground around them burst with power, as the two collided with each other. However... Zenos was much more quick to act now. This time, he seemed to see through the attacks aimed at him. That is not to say Kord could not strike him, but each blow that did manage to get through his suddenly reinvigored defense...was finding it hard to find purchase on his person. The grin had turned from enjoying, to sinister... he could smell blood in the water... The armor cracked, but the wounds this time were not as serious as the last two blows. This time, Zenos stands tall, his sword glowing as he takes a step forward...and jams the blade into the ground itself. The ground itself slits in places around him, as the power he channels through the blade fills the very earth itself. Cracks spread out, as energy surges forth, in all directions around him...before a powerful plume of energy surges in all directions, aiming to catch Kord in it's power, and throw the man from him in the brilliant display of power. "Do you have the power to transcend?!"
Count Kord	Kord can't retreat from the explosion of power fast enough. His mouth opens and shock glows on his face... just before the glow of raw power engulfs him. It hits him like a wall, and his cry of pain is drowned out in the chaos of the attack itself. He is driven back and flaps his wings several times as he tries to gain some balance in the air and leaves a trail of smoke as he does, only to end up landing clumsily on all fours in the grass. The simulation announces that the battle has come to an end with a chime: "Combatant defeated." Kord slowly, painfully slumps to his bottom and puffs a big sigh. He looks at Zenos carefully with one eye, and then closes it. "I needed a fight like that," he admits, "Thanks." They weren't going all-out, of course, so he isn't dead or unconscious, but that was a heavy hit and he's not going to be moving for a while, even with the damage being erased later. "I'm already a divine creature," he adds, lifting one claw weakly in the 'Actually...' gesture. "Where would I transcend to? You're scarier than most gods, by this measure."
Zenos yae Galvus	Zenos closes his eyes, and opens them. Once more the light is gone. The look of...something, it wasn't elation that he had just a moment ago...no, it was perhaps something else. An aching...that something was not filled int his. It was fun, it was challenging...but it wasn't... Something. Fulfilling? The thing he had looked for all of these years...when Kord speaks up to him, he only frowns more. "You do not even know that? You think that because you are divine that it's it? Tch...perhaps my hopes were placed too high. If you think you are at the pinnacle...then why fight me at all? Your way of life was not endangered...your subjects not threatened...you had nothing to lose." He turns, walking away again, the blade slowly sliding back into the sword revolver. "Just because you lose, do not taint my victory by saying such words. Such are the words of simpering fools, hoping to cling to what pride they have left. If this form was defeatable...then obviously there is more to climb to, is there not?! This can not be all there is to this..." He shakes his head, to walk away. "If you accept your limits, then you are not worth anymore of my time."
Count Kord	Kord starts to laugh. He keeps laughing, though aching he may be, and laughs and laughs... A baritone, boisterous laugh that is nothing if not mocking. "What, my pinnacle? That was an earnest question. Do you have some insight of where I should search to become stronger than I am? Some great wisdom buried under that mountainous ego of yours?" He waves one of his big claw-hands in a sweeping gesture. "This place is not ideal for a battle of dramatic proportion. No, I think you want something you couldn't get. No one will fight at the peak of their power here. This place quells desperation by its very nature. This is a place for a leisurely distraction. And I remind you that you are the one that chose it." "Having a tantrum after you defeat a god. Unbelieveable." And he resumes laughing.